April 2021 Writing

Out of my scarred wits opposites' distract a sliver of lies, hasty little wastes, gadflies unzipping thyme into splinters, discontented, scuttling through dazed light on warped steed. O hoarse dogs, my feet, don't stunt the glazed dears running slow up January's...

Note: These two pieces are linked by the same cliché   Letters churn in my mind like bingo balls clamoring to rise to the top of the blower letters keen to form words words eager to construct sentences no logical sequences arise   a few sporadic letters...

Sorry so last minute. I've enjoyed working with all of you.    How to Keep a Fire in the Rain Wake early. Stir the ash to unearth any smolder. Have a rager the night before. Know that even when the flames subside, you protect your space by fire. Be someone...

Meant to say that this is a reworking of a piece originally called "How It Will Be," from the October 2019 Roundtable.

With my new baby, I hasten through the night, down to the bottom of the garden, to the old railway carriage. It’s well past time for him to meet my family. Late summer throbs from the purple buddleia. No one knows how the old railway freight carriage got here. The...

The wolf in the headlights whispered, don’t stay in your lane. Cross that neon orange line the clay under the bridge as wrinkled as a tanning bed addict’s forehead inseparable from crow’s feet just loose flab dyed leather.  Every illusion to golden cracked a mirror....

The cluster congeals in a growingly combative, interruptive overlap ending with this biblical sprout ‘…at the end of the day’. Theatre emerges as time stalls in a disambiguative warp. A steely-eye mid-crowd attendee engages eye focus, incautious of the unspoken yet...

Note: This is one of those things that just happened, so I went with it.   Tenderness. Tenderness. Tenderness. If I write the word enough times, does it become something other than and easy word to convey a certain aspect of human reaction/action? Does it begin...